“No. And you earned every penny.” he hums as I swat a hand at him. I still can’t believe he thought I was a prostitute. I suppose I was wearing nothing but a coat and my underwear.
He catches my wrist, yanking my torso over the middle console, forcing a little screech to leave my lungs and fill the car.
My pussy throbs, knowing my ass is propped up in the air for Tristan’s viewing pleasure. I’m grateful for the vodka, which helps fade my embarrassment at being so on display.
Vance pushes his pants down his hips, his hard cock springing free, my needy body quivering at the sight of him. My nipples pebble when Tristan’s fingers graze up my thighs and slip my panties down my legs.
It feels like a tidal wave has risen and swallowed me whole, rebirthing me as someone new. I always thought Josh would be my first and last lover, but being owned like this by two powerful men, and owning their pleasure in return is liberating.
This is really happening.
“I want you to be a good girl, and suck my fat cock while Tristan eats your sweet pussy on the drive home.” Vance’s command has my brain firing little shock waves through my veins, vibrating every nerve ending.
“But—” I squirm as Tristan’s firm hand comes down on my ass.
“No buts. Take his cock in your mouth, and if you make him come, I’ll let you taste me when we get home.” Tristan informs me. My pulse thunders in every cell of my body.
It shouldn’t turn me on, the thought of being used by two men, but I’ll be damned if it doesn’t. I’ve fantasized for months about tasting Mr. Carter—Tristan. Him filling me up and ruining me. I’m going to give myself this Christmas gift.
Vance clasps my hair, and my pussy leaks my arousal, “What do you say?” he asks, carnality blazing in his dark brown eyes.
“Yes, sir,” I wheeze through my constricted lungs.
“Good girl,” they say in unison, causing a warm sensation to spread through me like a rising sun.
Tristan soothes the sting from his slap with a gentle stroke before grasping my hips and parting my ass cheeks. A shudder racks my body as his tongue slides up my slit.
I lower my lips to Vance’s cock, swallowing past my fear when the engine roars to life, and he begins driving. This is beyond dangerous, but I don’t have the ability to care when Tristan’s tongue pushes into my needy wet hole, and he fucks me with it. He groans like a starving man feasting on me, lapping, sucking, and fucking likes he’s possessed.
I take Vance all the way down to the back of my throat, breathing through my nose and rocking my hips against Tristan’s face as my muscles coil tight and heat unfurls within me, spiraling into an orgasm. My whole body trembles while Vance’s fist knots in my hair, guiding my head down and up his length. Unabashed groans clawing up my throat as I twist my tongue over his cock, sucking the slit before drinking him deep. He stiffens and spills in my mouth, the hot, salty spray coating my tongue. “Such a good fucking girl.” Delight swims through me when he rewards me with praise, guiding my face to his and kissing me brutally before Tristan yanks me back by the hips so I fall into his lap.
Blinking my eyes, I notice we’re in another parking garage. Still in his grip, Tristan maneuvers me out of the car. He jostles me around, throwing me over his shoulder making me shriek before slapping my bare ass while marching us over to an elevator, cold air rushing over my heated, exposed skin.
Swiping a key card down the control panel, Vance’s voice rumbles against my ass as he sandwiches my bottom half between their powerful bodies. “Your cunt is dripping, Angel.” His words blanket me, making my head spin. I’m wearing nothing but heels and the ribbon top I made out of a strip of satin. If anyone else calls this elevator, they’re going to get a surprise.
Thick fingers push inside me, and I don’t even know or care which one of them they belong to. The sound of my juices squelching fills the small space, combining with our heavy breathing to form a symphony of arousal.
I want to weep when the doors ping open, and the fingers leave my pussy before I’m marched down a carpeted hallway. After a few strides, Tristan is sliding me down the hard planes of his body until I’m on my feet.
“Welcome home,” Tristan flashes me a wolfish grin that has my legs weakening as he gestures for me to step inside.
SEVEN
Tristan
Shoving Poppy against the wall of our apartment, I devour her mouth, tasting Vance’s saltiness as I suck on her bottom lip. Buzzing with desire, I push her flavor—now coating my tongue—into her mouth. We both groan, and she grasps my hair, tugging like a needy little slut.
She’s fucking perfect.
When I pull away, she whines, making me chuckle. I tug at the bow containing her tits, unwrapping my present, the only one I’ve ever wanted, and she closes her eyes, squeezing her thighs together. So needy and starved of pleasure, she’s going to be so fucking good for us.
I feast on the rosy dark nipples that I’ve uncovered, her heavy tits filling my large palms.
“I think you made Poppy a promise,” Vance rumbles, zeroing his attention in on me before flicking his eyes down to the ribbon and picking it up from the floor where I dropped it. “Turn around, Angel,” he commands Poppy. Watching her do as she’s told makes my cock ache to be inside her.
After wrapping the ribbon around her throat, he pulls the strands down her spine. “Hands,” he instructs, and she places her hands behind her back, resting them just above her ass.
He ties them with the remaining ribbon so she looks like she’s wearing a scarf. He gestures to the couch. “Take your fucking clothes off Tristan, and sit,” he rumbles, his eyes darkening. My heart races as I do as I’m told, loving when he gets like this. Stripping off the last of my clothes, I stride to the couch and lean back into it, palming my engorged cock, the silver jewelry making every touch extra sensitive.
